On Wednesday night I had to go to the student BAFTA awards where the film I produced, Our Neck of the Woods, was a finalist. To everyone who said good luck, my reply was, “Thanks, we’re not going to win.”
Why did I think this? A) Word on the street was that the head of the jury “didn’t get” our movie and B) there was a movie about the (first) Iranian Revolution in competition and these awards things always go for “We Are the World” stuff like that. Plus, timing was on their side. I know the people who made the Iran movie; we were at school together. They had cleared a space on the mantel.
Anyway, we won! The point of all this bullshit? EXPECT. THE. WORST. Assume disaster and disappointment around every corner. It can’t be faked and takes some practice, but you really have to not believe and things will turn out surprisingly well.